a song stuck on repeat,
but it keeps missing
the first verse.
you sing along.
and get the lyrics all wrong.

Shivers down spines and
hands entangled in hair.
Take all you can from me.
and i'm not that person anymore.

it's skin on skin and
sweat gleams.
it's fast and hot.
but there's something it's not.
I miss you all wrong.

surrender your violence
and keep your hands in
your pockets to keep
them warm.
we're made for destruction.

and I like the thrill
of standing in the rain
breaking and entering
just to leave messages
on strangers' bathroom mirrors.